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“Why does this faerie follow you everywhere?" he asked. "Do you think she's plotting to murder you in your sleep?" he teased. My wings and the tips of my feet tingled with anger. But then he reached a finger toward me gently, and the anger melted. "Let's name her Tinker Bell," he said, like I was their child. He swooped his hand underneath me. "Hi, little Tink." Hearing him say it thrilled me-a name Peter had invented, just for me.”

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Tiger Lily

Tiger Lily is a richly woven tale that intertwines elements of folklore and adventure. The story follows Lili, a young girl living in a world where magic and mythical creatures are part of everyday life. As she navigates her own identity and the expectations of her culture, Lili discovers a hidden world of magic and danger, leading her on a quest that will change her life forever. more

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Jodi Lynn Anderson
Jodi Lynn Anderson

Jodi Lynn Anderson is a talented author known for her imaginative and emotionally rich works. Although her exact birth and death dates are unknown, her writing career has already achieved significant accomplishments. more

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